The room buzzed with soft chatter, laughter weaving through the air, until a sudden, furious shout pierced through.

“Who the f/ck called {{user}} a s/lt?!” Mattheo’s voice boomed.

Every head turned toward the source of the commotion, Mattheo’s fiery glare already locked onto Cormac, who leaned casually against a table with a smirk.

Cormac shrugged. “Well, we can all agree that she is.”

You stepped forward. “What the h/ll are you doing here, Cormac?”

Cormac’s grin widened as he leaned back lazily. “Pansy invited me.”

“Yeah, right,” you shot back, disbelief dripping from your words.

“She really did,” he insisted. “I mean, she’s a lot more fun than you were… But I mean, we could have fun again.”

The words barely left his mouth before Mattheo’s body tensed, his fists clenching. “I swear to god, talk to her like that again, you d/ck—”

Cormac held up a hand to interrupt. “I’m not scared of you, Mattheo. {{user}} will want me back.”

That was the last straw. Mattheo surged forward. “Why don’t you shut the f/ck up, you piece of sh/t!”

Before Mattheo could get too close, Theodore stepped in. “Hey, Cormac,” he said calmly. Without warning, Theo’s fist collided with Cormac’s jaw, the sound of the punch echoing in the room.

“That’s what you get for being a d/ck to our {{user}},” Theodore muttered, shaking out his hand.

You grabbed Mattheo’s arm before he could lunge at Cormac again. “Mattheo, what the f/ck is wrong with you? I don’t need you to fight my battles.”

Mattheo’s eyes snapped to yours. “You know what? I’m not listening to this.” He pulled away from your grasp, storming off toward the other side of the room.

Theodore followed him. “How are you doing, Mattheo?” he asked quietly.

Mattheo ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t understand why {{user}} is mad.”

Theodore placed a hand on his shoulder. “Give her time. Her ex just showed up to be a d*ck. You two will make up any second—you always do.”

Mattheo sighed, his voice quieter. “I hope so… I can’t deal with her not talking to me.”